Lyrics
Pray tell sweet Rosemary,
Are the times what they're supposed to be?
Is leadership the same as treachery?
Will knighthood silence anarchy?
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny seems to be the ever clear and present danger.
The clear and present danger.
Headlines that fail to trace.
Land mines in a dossier.
Young, naive I may be.
Vietnam don't look that different to me.
Oh no, no.
And now, sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny seams to be the ever clear and present danger.
The clear and present danger.
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny seems to be the ever clear and present danger.
Your clear and present danger.
Young, naive I may be.
Vietnam don't look that different to me.
Oh no, oh no.
Sorry for the hurt.
Sorry that the destiny seems to be the ever clear and present danger.
The clear and present danger.
